Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.